My Name is...


Thought I was above emotions,

not even tiny bit.

But till it hits,



of affection that made the heart

Roar as the midnight tide,

Bottled inside.



from the longing daze

across the wide hallway

to the burning blaze

of my rapid pulse


there is nothing is left

of my molten flesh,

cannot grab a hold

on my dying soul.


I have fallen

fallen hard,

into the pit

you didn’t mean to dig.

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